The Office for the Arts aimed to alleviate mid-semester student stress—some caused by dining hall closures and the strike of dining hall workers—with a series of free "pop-up" events this weekend.
Despite the group’s continued success, much of the music on “ARMS” is inevitably tied to an evocative longing for the past. Their music does not sound like that of ambitious twentysomethings commencing a career; appropriately, it feels distinctly reflective, wise, and self-aware.
The scene is set for the Harvard-Radcliffe Dramatic Club’s annual Visiting Director’s Project: “Polaroid Stories.” Written by Naomi Iizuka and directed by Jacqui Parker, the play tells the story of 12 homeless teenagers who navigate their identities while coping with sexual abuse, drug addiction, and prostitution.
That single, “Lyk Dis,” is a step in the right direction. .Paak continues to behave as though there’s nothing new under the sun, rap-singing about morning sex and milking the subject for all its worth. Yet he brings a sense of melody that only appeared in glimmers on “Suede.”
“That book has the word…” Her eyes flickered to a copy of Lisi Harrison’s “The Clique.” Her voice dropped, and I had to lean in to hear: “... bitch.”
"Don't Wanna Know" opens with a close-up shot of Adam Levine waking up one morning as a giant pseudo-insect-tortoise. This sounds unreal. It’s not.